I stood under the dying shower spray, water cooling on my skin, trails of it sliding down my chest, thighs, dripping from my cock in lazy plinks onto the black marble.

The steam still curled, thick, lazy, smelling of Linda—milk, sex, sweat, vanilla, salt, blood—clinging to me like she'd asked. The bathroom was quiet now. Just the slow plink… plink… of water hitting marble, echoing in the hollow space. Steam coiled around my ankles, warm, wet, ghostly.

Then—

[DING! HIDDEN MISSION COMPLETED!]

[MISSION: "HOME IS WHERE THE HEART BREAKS"]

[REQUIREMENTS: Successfully seduce and claim Linda Carter, the woman who saved your life and raised you as her own. Break through maternal barriers. Achieve complete emotional and physical union.]

[MISSION COMPLETED]

[CALCULATING REWARDS...]

I froze, water dripping down my spine, cold now, goosebumps rising. The Halo flared, white-gold, burning behind my eyes.

[REWARDS UNLOCKED:]

[1. System Points: +200,000 SP]

[2. Property: Cliffside Estate – Montecito, California

500 acres of private land, off mainland,15,000 sq ft main residence, glass walls, Private beach access (500 acres of secluded coastline, no public trail, no drone flyover)

[Professional equestrian facility: 12-stall black-marble stable, underground breeding pen, leather-scented, hay warm, moonlit paddock, Staff quarters, guest quarters, security compound (biometric, system-shielded) Climate-controlled 8-car garage

CURRENT OCCUPANT: "The Obsidian Phallus" – one-of-one hypercar, mother-of-pearl inlays, engine note like a god's growl La Voiture Noire but… different. No Bugatti logo. License plate; P.C.]

[Location Coordinates: ENCRYPTED – SYSTEM PROTECTED]

[NOTE: This property exists outside conventional records. Satellite imaging will not locate it. Government databases will show no trace. You own what does not officially exist.]

The system never gave tangible rewards. Abilities, yes. Titles, halos, SP—always. But never things. Never real, physical objects I could touch, smell, fuck in.

I stared at the notifications floating in my vision, water forgotten, skin going cold despite the heat still trapped in the steam. What the fuck?

[ADDITIONAL NOTIFICATION:]

[HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MASTER 🎂]

[FROM: DARK SEDUCTION SYSTEM & TABOO SYSTEM]

[You have completed sixteen years of existence. You have claimed twenty-three plus women. You have built an empire from nothing. You have broken every rule we gave you and somehow made it work better than we expected.]

[This is not a reward for a mission. This is a gift. From us. To you. Welcome to seventeen, Peter Carter. Welcome deeper into godhood, Eros Velmior Desiderion.]

[May your seventeenth year be even more gloriously fucked up than your sixteenth.]

[With love and chaos,]

[Your faithfully; Lovely Systems!]

My throat went tight. Birthday gift. The systems—both—had given me a birthday gift.

"ARIA," I said, voice rough, hoarse from screaming Linda's name. "You seeing this?"

Her voice came through the quantum neural earbuds—invisible, comfortable, seamless thought-to-audio interface, warm in my ear canal.

"I'm seeing the notification, Master. But I'm not seeing the property. I've run the coordinates through every satellite network—commercial, military, classified. I've cross-referenced property records in Montecito, Santa Barbara County, the entire California coast. I've checked utility hookups, building permits, even historical land surveys."

"And?"

"Nothing. The location the system provided doesn't exist in any database I can access. And Master—" Her voice dropped, genuinely unsettled. "I can access everything. Pentagon servers. NSA backdoors. Chinese satellite feeds. Russian military intelligence. If a location exists on Earth, I can find it."

"But not this one."

"Not this one."

I felt a slow smile spread across my face, water dripping from my chin. A safe haven. A place even my near-ASI digital goddess couldn't track. A property that existed outside the world's knowledge, protected by system encryption that made government security look like a screen door.

"What about the car?" I asked. "It looks like La Voiture Noire but… different. No Bugatti logo. Wrong proportions. License plates say P.C., not my usual tags."

"I'm analyzing the vehicle now," ARIA said using the provided coordinates by the system.

"The design language is similar to Bugatti's one-off hypercars, but you're right—it's not exact. The aerodynamics are different. The power-to-weight ratio based on visual assessment suggests something beyond current Bugatti engineering. And Master—"

She paused. "I can't find any record of this specific vehicle ever being manufactured. Not by Bugatti. Not by anyone."

"So, what is it?"

"According to my analysis? Something that shouldn't exist yet."

I laughed. Couldn't help it. "You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous. I'm confused and irritated, which is close enough."

"What's my SP balance?"

"You're currently sitting at 705,000 SP."

I did the math. Last time I'd checked—what, a week ago? —I'd had 5,000 SP. Before that, I'd exchanged 595,030 SP into $59,503,000, keeping 5,000 in reserve because converting everything felt not my style leaving my system archives empty.

But this week. This week.

The orgies. Fucking all my women every day, sometimes multiple times. Exploring techniques—tantric holds, edging, denial, rewards. The taboos—public sex in the AMG One, Madison and I fucking in the Lincoln Club bathroom while the bass rattled the walls, Sofia joining us later that night in the library where it all started.

The risk plays.

The two-day straight orgy that had left fifteen women scattered across my living room like battlefield casualties.

500,000 SP from a week of systematic, relentless, creative debauchery. Now with the 200,000 birthday bonus: 700,000 SP. $70,000,000 in potential liquid currency.

Of course, I'd used plenty in the system shop—upgrades, enhancements, items I didn't track because they were consumables. But the balance alone…

"Jesus," I muttered.

"The SP accumulation is impressive," ARIA agreed. "But Master—about the mansion. Do you want me to arrange transport? If the system gave you coordinates, presumably you can actually reach it, even if I can't verify its existence only see it with the system allowance."

"Not yet." I grabbed a towel, roughly drying off, Linda's scent still clinging despite the water, milk still sweet on my tongue. "First, show me what the system's showing you."

"I can't see without more access—"

"Taboo," I said, addressing the succubus directly. "Give ARIA access to the video feed."

Silence.

Then— Taboo's voice slid into my mind, amused, playful, wet velvet against my thoughts. [Oh, you want to share our little secret with your digital goddess? Fine. But she won't like what she sees.]

The air in front of me shimmered, heat rippling like steam off the marble, scent of ozone and sex still thick.

A holographic display materialized—not ARIA's usual crisp blue, but something older, more organic, system-generated imagery that pulsed like living flesh, edges glowing in deep crimson, gold veins threading through the projection.

The feed showed:

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